Romance Novel Younger Woman Older Man Novels & Stories

“Fifty-five?” “Forty-one.” My jaw falls open. “You fit perfectly.” He gives me a puzzled look. “With what?” “You see, I’ve read a couple of books where a young, budding woman falls in love with the grumpy man old enough to be her father. You have tattoos, a couple of graying hairs, cool tattoos, a little bit of work on your wardrobe and we could still find you a wife!”

asked the man beside her, holding the woman's waist. “I saw a young man. His face is familiar to me. But I can't remember clearly who and when I met him,” explained the woman, still keeping an eye on the young man. "Don't try to compare my old self with this man who looks very young, sweet," said the man sulkily then buried his lips into the woman's neck. “Zephyr, stop or I won't give you any more energy!” threatened the beautiful woman with an annoyed face. But as if not listening, the man called Zephyr kept kissing the woman's neck.

I let out a grunt while standing up, brushing the dirt off my jeans. Let’s go see the face of the first love. We walked into the mansion, and there were already so many people inside. My head moved around, wondering why Lorenzo had to make such a big announcement about who he was dating, but nevertheless I wanted to see this old woman’s face quickly. Some footsteps echoed from the staircase and I raised my head slowly, my heartbeat speeding up, seeing Lorenzo walking arm in arm with a beautiful lady. Wait… where’s the old woman? My eyebrows furrowed tightly. I thought she would be older, maybe have wrinkles or something. But why does she look so young?

She’s crazy—just ignore her. How dare he imply that I was crazy? What an idiot. Me: Even if I am crazy, I’m still far better than you, a fake person. And now you’ve even found yourself an old sugar mommy. Isaac, you really have terrible taste! I replied coldly. Looking at the woman, I could tell she was definitely over thirty-five despite her glamorous outfit. Isaac, on the other hand, was only about twenty-five or twenty-six. It was quite surprising that he was involved with an older woman like her.

The old man laughed, the act causing a series of whooping coughs to escape his mouth. “You had one job, get a wife, and get her pregnant.” “That’s all you had to do.” Must you be slow when it comes to women? I thought you could handle this on your own. “I have it under control gra……” “You have nothing under control, your wife, a young woman was able to connive her way out of your high-security mansion?” Now that is sexy. “If I didn’t like her before, I like her even more now, she had my grandson running after her, something I never thought I’d get to see you experience, she’s like Snow White who ran from her lover and he had to find her, a romantic story, that one.”

I got to one of the local villages and walk into their eatery, I was so tired and exhausted after being on the bus for so long, I took a seat and ordered for food and drink, I was waiting for my order to arrive while I was relaxing, and then on the small TV hanging on the wall, The news came on, it was a picture of Shitali and the subheading was that she is wanted by the police and whoever that can find her would be rewarded with ten thousand dollars, I know my older man is behind that. Tears brim my eyes knowing he's fighting for granny and I, gosh! I miss him so much, I can't wait for all of this to be over so I can go back to him and tell him how much I love and miss him, I don't care but

The man was a few hundred years old and he just said that he had only been with one woman. I blinked at him. “One.” Slipping his hand to the back of my neck, he captured my lips in a slow kiss that weakened my knees even more. His kiss was different than Keiran's. A lot different, but in a good way. The gasp that fell from my lips was swallowed by him when he gripped the back of my thighs and picked me up. My legs wrapped around his waist which was an action I instantly regretted. My pussy was pressed to his lower stomach.

Touching his hair, she whispered, “I love you.” His eyes lit. “I love you. I’m so glad we got stuck together in this cabin. Even if you almost killed me.” “You deserved it.” Growling, he kissed her, showing her exactly what she really deserved. Phin Younger had graduated from high school at the age of sixteen and had earned his bachelor’s from Oregon State before he could even drink legally. By the age of twenty-three, he’d earned his law degree and had been hired by one of the best firms in Portland.

Even talking to me every day, Alice seemed to want to update me on all the events in the city over the past few years. ― Is Manu dating? ― I asked about sopetão in the middle of the subject about anatomy books and Andrew's championships. ― She was dating a guy there, much older than her. But they're done. ― Much older than? ― Raised an eyebrow in shock. ― He's 40 years old. ― What do you mean? Why would Manu be interested in a guy so much older than her? ― I spoke too loudly. I was waving a flag. ― She likes more mature men. She says they know how to treat a real woman —she spoke unwillingly as she passed the protector on her lips.

I said with more confidence. "With face it is" "Thanks" "What is your story about anyway?" he leaned closer to the table and put his arms on it. "It's a romance novel and I would like to refer to it as such. Despite the pornographic details on it. It's a story of a bad boy falling for an innocent and fragile girl. He's a wild spirit and she is conservative... two opposites attract" I giggled and I didn't even know why. "They have sex like crazy in every position I could think of, anywhere and every time they meet" I kept giggling like a little girl and he smiled like he enjoyed our conversation. That was good...